I shook my head. "You didn’t even hesitate to betray me, did you?"
Magnus took a deep breath, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for me. "Astrid, it’s complicated."
"No, Magnus. It’s simple." I stared him down, feeling the weight of my loss settle over me. "You never loved me."
His lips parted, but before he could respond, a sharp howl echoed through the night.
Magnus stiffened. His eyes darted past me, his body tensing as more howls followed—closer this time.
I smirked. "Oh, and one more thing, Magnus..."
His gaze snapped back to me, confusion evident.
I stepped back into the darkness, my lips curling into a cold smile.
"You should probably start running."
And then, the Crimson Pack emerged from the shadows.
Dozens of glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness as wolves stepped into the moonlight. Asher stood at the front, his expression unreadable, but his stance was firm. A warrior ready to strike.
Magnus inhaled sharply, his body going rigid as he realized what was happening. "You called them?"
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Why wouldn’t I? After all, they are my family."